Chapter 273 Hand

Mobile phone reading

At the same time, in another direction of the hospital.

This is a commercial and residential building.

There was a tap tap tap that was not turned on, and an old exhaust fan that was snorting... It was a men's room, and Sun Shiliang was playing with his cell phone with a cigarette in his mouth.

Sun Shiliang was an employee of a company in the building.

Sun Shiliang, however, was lazy and worked longer hours to go to the bathroom. He squatted for half an hour, at least four or five times a day.

Working eight hours a day, he spent almost two or three hours either in the bathroom or on his way to the bathroom.

This kind of person lives too much for himself. He usually gets along with his colleagues and is definitely not liked by his supervisor. He should have been fired by the senior management.

But Sun Shiliang had always found excuses to say that his intestines were not digested well. In fact, his intestines were more healthy than normal people. The top management of the company could not find a suitable reason to fire the employees. There was a labor law in the world.

Sun Shiliang hummed a little yellow tune and played with his cell phone. He was even a little proud of his current job. After smoking a cigarette and watching little sister's live broadcast, he said that you could never imagine what the person watching the live broadcast was doing. Sun Shiliang got ready to get up.

Subconsciously, he touched the web behind him, but it was empty. Sun Shiliang was surprised and turned to look at it with some doubt. The look made his hair stand on end.

The web behind him was gone, and it turned into a hand sticking out of the wall where the web was. It was just like him, like him, turning around and touching something behind him, but it was nowhere to be touched.

While Sun Shiliang was still in a daze, the hand that came out of the wall had already grabbed Sun Shiliang's hand. It felt warm, and the rough texture of the palm and skin lines was almost the same as a living hand.

Sun Shiliang froze, then fell to the ground in a panic that scared him of incontinence, "Ghost!"

"Help! Help!"

Sun Shiliang didn't even pull up his pants. He sat on the floor, patting the partition door, crying and screaming, his eyes filled with horror.

The hand, which looked like a living person, seemed to have been frightened as well. It retracted behind the wall and the web was still there.

Soon, some colleagues who heard the noise ran into the men's toilet to save people.

When the people outside kicked open the partition door, Sun Shiliang cried and screamed, "There's a ghost! There's a ghost! There's a ghost in the toilet. Someone's hand came out of the wall behind me just now!"

The colleagues subconsciously avoided Sun Shiliang, who was covered in filth and stench. They looked in the direction of Sun Shiliang's fingers, but saw nothing. It was a normal wall, nothing unusual.

Sun Shiliang also noticed the scene before him, but instead of relaxing, he became even paler from the strange scene.

"I didn't lie to you. Please listen to me. I really saw a hand sticking out of the wall just now!"

"I really went to hell!"

Sun Shiliang, who spoke incoherently and was covered in yellow filth, was as mad as a psychopath. The more he tried to explain, the farther away his colleagues were from him.

Everyone thought that Sun Shiliang had a secret history of mental illness.

The next day, Sun Shiliang worked at the Future Ltd.

...

Just as Sun Shiliang grabbed a hand from the wall, something similar happened in another place.

This is a rental apartment.

There was the sound of water, footsteps, and coughing... Zhang Rongrong muttered bad luck as he looked at the broken hot water glass that he accidentally knocked over.

But he didn't have time to clean. He had to work with his colleagues. It was almost time for the night shift.

Zhang Rongrong was a cashier and she was on the night shift today. Apparently, she overslept and was packing up in a hurry.

Zhang Rongrong was only in her early twenties this year, so she was very concerned about her appearance, and every time she went out, she had to make up carefully. Zhang Rongrong, who had overslept, didn't have time to clean up the glass on the floor, so she had to wait until after work to clean up, because she had rushed into the bathroom mirror to prepare her makeup.

Moisturizer, foundation, concealer, eye makeup, lip makeup... Zhang Rongrong was skillful and finally put on her beautiful eyes.

Zhang Rongrong carefully took out the beautiful eyes from the box and pressed the tips of her fingers against them. Zhang Rongrong quickly put on her left eye and was about to put on her right eye. When she saw that the beautiful eyes were about to put on her eyes, she suddenly!

The tips of her fingers, together with her fingers, went into her eyes without any hindrance, as if she were underwater in a dark lake. Ah, Zhang Rongrong screamed subconsciously, and her fingers and her eyes were pulled out of her right eye.

"I... I..."

Zhang Rongrong looked at herself in the mirror, her heart beating fast, like a drum. Her face was still pale and frightened.

She thought she was hallucinating or misreading. She braced herself and dared to touch her eyes carefully again in front of the makeup mirror. This time, it was normal. When her fingertips touched her eyes, they would sting and cause tears.

In order to be sure again and again, she touched other parts of the body, which was normal.

Was it an illusion?

Was it the hallucination caused by my recent late night shift?

Or was it a nightmare?

I haven't woken up from my nightmare yet?

This nightmare was so real and frightening that Zhang Rongrong would rather believe it was a nightmare because it would eventually wake up.

Click, click, suddenly, without warning, the makeup mirror in front of him began to crack inch by inch like a spider web, as if it had been cut by some sharp weapon. Just then, a woman's face appeared in the shattered mirror.

The woman's face was facing the makeup mirror, putting on makeup seriously, wearing meitong... The woman's face was Zhang Rongrong! It was a replay of Zhang Rongrong's makeup a few minutes ago!

A few minutes ago, the image appeared strangely in the broken mirror a few minutes later. All of this... It was as if time and space were in chaos, and the order of time had been disrupted.

"Ah!"

With a high-pitched scream, Zhang Rongrong ran out of the bathroom. As soon as she ran out of the door, Zhang Rongrong suddenly lost her footing and fell to the floor below her waist, as if her fingertips had reached into her eyes before. It was as if she had fallen into a lake and her body had been swallowed by the floor.

Zhang Rongrong wanted to struggle, and her mouth let out a cry of despair. She had just reached out and tried to climb out of the floor that had devoured her like a drowning man trying desperately to get ashore.

But she panicked, and her hands caught the glass shards on the floor. Both hands were bleeding from the glass shards.

Zhang Rongrong struggled.

There were long, bloody scratches on the floor.

But her body was still sinking rapidly, not through her chest, not through her neck, not through her head, and the cries for help had disappeared... When he saw that his last two hands were going to sink to the floor, the power of the devouring suddenly disappeared, bang, bang!

There were only two female arms with a flat cut surface, which fell to the floor and crawled around like living creatures, covered in blood.

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